Comhroinn Fuaime

History is supposed to be random. Chaos distributed evenly across three hundred and sixty-five days. But some dates carry more weight than others. They act as anchors. If you pull on the thread of modern society… where does it lead? To a war room? To a laboratory? Or to a clerk's office? We are going to trace four pillars of your reality. Identity. Geography. Safety. Trust. Each one has a birthday. And each one… shares the same date. But that's where things get strange… Because when you line the